Bai Zhi'er blinked her long lashes and covered her lips, stifling a laugh.
"Why does Brother Ce always look like a big orange cat that got its tail stepped on whenever he sees Jun Kuang?"
In the imperial palace, the orange cat they once raised together had grown too old to move.
Originally, it should have passed away in the winter three years ago.
But Feng Fuce knew Bai Zhi'er liked it, so he used a Demon to extend the big orange cat's life.
Although the big orange cat couldn't move, Bai Zhi'er specially found two palace servants to carry it out to enjoy the flowers and feed it daily.
When the big orange cat was young, it was quite amorous, and its offspring were spread throughout the imperial palace.
Occasionally, those kittens would often lie on Bai Zhi'er's windowsill, meowing for a petting.
Upon hearing this, Feng Fuce sneered, "The big orange cat always gets angry because the kittens it likes get petted by other tomcats."
Bai Zhi'er's sneaky laughter froze.
